Shaking her head she answers “I trust you,” in a near whisper.
And, this right here is the exact moment I know she’s the one for me. I’d thought she was already, but now I know, really know. “Never, ever, ever would I hurt you.”
“W-w-would you…spank me?”
Picturing my handprint on her full bottom gets me even harder. “I would.” Expecting her to pull away from me I’m pleasantly surprised when she pushes her plush body against mine even harder than before. “You like the idea of me spanking this beautiful ass of yours?” Sliding my hands into the waistband of her jeans I grab two handfuls of the softest flesh I’ve ever felt. Nipping her ear as I knead her ass cheeks I confess, “I like the idea…I like it a lot.” Smiling when I hear her whispered, “me too.”
We sit like this for a good long while. My hands massaging her backside like I’ve thought of a hundred times before, but this time it’s not a fantasy, this time Katarina’s in living color.
Chest to chest I notice how her breathing has become shallow and rapid, like my own. When her lips press gently against my throat over and over I know my Kitten’s as primed as I am, and from merely my hands on her ass and the slight rock of my hips. “Katarina?” her name comes out low and gravelly.
“Hmm?” Vibrates against my throat just before another kiss where my pulse pounds.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight-just you being here is enough. All I need is you here with me, in my arms, in my bed where you belong. Nothing more, nothing less.” Watching her think is as mesmerizing as watching her not think. “You understand what I’m saying, Kitten?”
She stares at me but doesn’t answer.
“What?”
That same section of hair falls over her face shielding her eyes from my own when she bows her head and says, “but, I want something more…daddy.”
Not going to lie, I love that she’s young and naive and so innocent that she blushes even as she straddles me. Proving that Katarina isn’t playing games, isn’t feigning the clueless seductress role…she really is.
In so many ways I know she shouldn’t be here with me. She’s my best friends daughter, she’s just a baby compared to my years, and the things I want to do to her—teach her, make my own body tremble and test my restraint.
Yet, she’s mine. I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind. For the first time in my life I feel like this woman before me is the one who belongs—no matter her age.
She is naive, innocent and everything else that goes with it, but she’s safe with me. Her heart and her luscious little body.
“I’m tired…daddy.”
She’s still testing that word every time it slips from her lips, each time the cadence of her voice becomes a bit stronger, a bit sure that it’s what she wants to say. I like it. Honestly, I could get very, very used to hearing it.
“Want me to run you a bath before you rest?”
Her breasts bounce slightly as she giggles, and when I look at her face and my breath is taken from me even though briefly. “What’s so funny?”
Though I don’t want her to leave my lap I allow her to get up, giggling the entire time.
“You’re funny.”
She starts backing away from me, slowly at first but gaining speed. Soon she’s leaving the living room and heading down the wide hallway, stopping to point at the closed door to her left.
“Bathroom,” I say.
Continuing down the hall I’m following her before I even realize it.
“Office.”
Her smile is stunning, but the way she giggles is absolutely adorable and I crave some of that carefree feeling and the only way to get it is to simply inhale it from the source. I laugh along with her when she nearly trips over her own two feet. “This is?”
“The library.”
When her eyebrows raise and eyes widen in excitement my dick twitches.
“I love books. Do you have the Harry Potter series?”
I chuckle. “No sweetheart, but I have every book written by Charles Dickens, and Louisa May Alcott—”
“Louisa May who?”
“She wrote the book Little Women, have you read that one?”
Shaking her head only frees that violating hair once more and my fingers itch to reach out and push it from her face. Nothing should obstruct the view of something so beautiful. When she says nothing else but simply stares at me I know I’ll have the entire J.K. Rowling library by tomorrow afternoon.
“Maybe I could read it to you?”
The light in her eyes, and the curve of her smile will be my cessation.
“I would love that.”
“Me too.” Reaching for her hands my pulse picks up as she continues her way down the hallway. Nodding to the door we pass I tell her it’s a spare room, as is the next. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
She shakes her head.
“You want to call your parents—” A single glitter tipped finger presses gently on my lips.
“I’ll deal with them tomorrow—”
I interrupt her. “No, we’ll deal with them tomorrow. It’s you and I, Kitten from this day on…if that’s what you want of course.”
We both stand there at a crossroads. Of course I want nothing but to intersect our paths from here on out, and I want her to wish the same, but I need to hear it from those sweet lips. It’s important that I know that Katarina is making the decision on her own this time. In so many ways I cannot wait to guide her in this path called life, but not this one time—no, I must know it came from her heart, her mind and without my influence.
Only our mixed breaths fill the air, the sound so faint I hear my own pulse pounding in my head which is in sync with the thumping in my chest.
Her small smile stills my heart and I know before she even says the words, but I wait to hear them just the same. I need to hear them. “You and I is all I want.” And the breath I hadn’t known I was holding comes out in a rush.
“Yeah?” I ask like a tool who needs to be reassured.
“Well, you and some Harry—”
“Potter books?” I finish for her.
Damn does it feel good to laugh again. Something that this penthouse hasn’t had for quite sometime, and never from me—not like this anyways.
Chapter Nine
Katarina
He’s different here, in his space. There’s a playful side to Sterling that I’ve never been gifted with. I’ve seen him with my father and a few too many drinks, but never like he is here with me.
I like it.
I like him.
Honestly, I love him. And, no that didn’t happen today nor last night poolside, but years ago. It’s been so long I don’t even remember when it went from being a young girl’s crush to what I feel for him at this moment.
I’d fought the feeling for so long, that I’m almost afraid to take the next step, to allow myself to savor the warmth in my chest and the calmness of my very soul. The step where we cross his bedroom threshold…together. And, the one where I give him the only gift I have—other than my heart, which already belongs to him even if he doesn’t know.
Taking a deep breath I exhale and take the biggest leap of my life, turning the knob slowly on the final door I ask, “your room?”
Sterling shakes his head and I’m more than a little confused. My feigned confidence disappearing as quickly as I conjured it up in the first place.
His deep laugh echoes through the long hallway when I look over my shoulders both ways wondering if I’d missed another room. “What I meant was, it was my room…no longer.”
“No longer?”
“No longer.” He says nothing else, his eyes are soft and kind, and I see something that I’ve never seen looking back at me. If I could wish upon a star, blow a dandelion in to the wind, or find a penny at this very moment I’d wish for it to be love in his eyes directed at me. “It was mine,” he clears his throat and my eyes stay glued to his Adam’s apple as it bounces. “It’ll be our room…if
you choose to stay.”
If I choose to stay? I want nothing more than that.
Biting my lip I try desperately to hide the smile that’s trying to burst free, but it doesn’t work and my lips curve to the point my cheeks ache. “I choose to stay. I choose to stay so much!”
In seconds I find myself being pushed into the room, the door closing behind us. The room is filled with different shades of gray, black and crisp white. A massive bed stands tall in the nearly empty charcoal tinted room. It’s huge and intimidating and instantly I feel my nerves making themselves known one-by-one. I can see the moment Sterling notices, his eyes questioning without words, but before I can answer there’s a banging coming from outside the room.
“Here we go,” Sterling says. “Took him longer than I expected.”
“Took who?” I ask unsure of what or who he’s talking about. “Who’s here, Sterling?”
Intertwining our fingers together his forehead meets my own, yet he says nothing for a few seconds, just stares into my eyes until the banging starts again.
“You truly want to be here with me?”
“Yes.”
“Because, this isn’t some one night deal. You’re here from now on. You’re…mine.”
“Yes.” Is the only word that falls from my mouth. I want everything he said and so much more, but my lips and heart aren’t syncing at the moment. “Yes, I want all of that. And, I want you to be mine…daddy.”
He kisses my knuckles and my heart melts.
“Regardless of what he says, we’re together. We’ll have each other, Kitten. It’ll take him time to see I’m worthy of you, and I intend to prove it to him and you.”
Not even giving me time to reply—not that I could since my heart seems to have taken up residence in my throat. The banging gets louder as we make our way to the door.
“Kat!” comes through the door. Sterling’s right it’s my father. “Goddammit Sterling open this door!”
One large hand stopped my own before I could flip the stainless lock on the mahogany door.
“Where is she?” my father shouted before Sterling even had the door halfway open. Silently he pushed the door open further until I came into view.
My father’s face was tense and red and that vein above his temple was pumping hard the way it did when my mother pisses him off. Suddenly fear hits me when I think that he might just make me go with him. But, when he reaches for me Sterling knocks his hand away.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but Katarina is my daughter—”
“Exactly! Your daughter, your very much adult daughter and she’s made the decision to be here, Ron. Her choice—not yours.”
Never in my wildest dreams or nightmares had I ever thought I’d be standing between the two men I love the most in the entire world, yet here I am on shaky legs, and unstable knees.
“Kat, come now!” My father demands.
“I’m staying.”
A stunned pause and unfriendly glares are the only things that fill the space between the two men.
“You’re not staying. Now, come on—”
Sterling tucks me behind him, “go inside, Kitten.” I walk around him, hugging my father and telling him I love him. “Katarina, inside,” this time I do what he says. I’ve never seen him nor my father like this before. Guilt hits my belly when the thought of their friendship being ruined because of this, but call me selfish I can’t go with my father no matter how much the thought worries me.
When my dad attempts to follow me I see Sterling shove him hard enough that my father stumbles backwards. “Sterling!” ‘
This time his voice is loud and stern. “Inside Katarina!” And, I don’t like the way it sounds when he says my name that way. Without looking at my father or Sterling I turn and walk away.
Chapter Ten
Sterling
I’m not sure what hit me harder, Ron’s face as he watched Katarina walk away from him or her when I yelled at her.
Ron’s been my friend for too many years to count, but I can’t walk away from her, I won’t. Honestly, I need her more than she could ever need me, and that’s an entirely new feeling.
Running bath water was the only thing that had stopped me from apologizing to her for raising my voice. This isn’t the way I want our story to start; her upset, me being an ass, her family mad at both of us. None of it. Nonetheless it’s how it is, I guess.
She’ll forgive me, I know she will, I’m not worried about that.
Knocking on the door to the master bath I wait for her to answer before I make my way inside. The lights are off, the candle on the vanity has been lit and moved to the the lid of the toilet where the flame bounces an orange glow near the tub. Taking two large bath towels from the linen closet I drop them next to the bathtub, kneeling, facing her for the first time in an hour.
I want to apologize, I planned to say I was sorry, promise to never do it again but I can’t. Can’t remember to breath let alone the words I had wanted to say. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Knowing she doesn’t believe me when she wipes the tears she’s been crying, my heart hurts thinking I may be the reason for them.
“No, I’m not…” shaking her head as her words trail off.
“Not what?” I ask already forgetting what was said. I’m so lost in her right now.
“Beautiful.”
Obviously I’m not the only one more than a little lost.
With my thumb I trace the short line of her petite nose. “Who has a beautiful nose, Katarina?” I smile when those big blue eyes cross as she watches my finger. “Nobody, but you.” Letting my finger dip into the curves of her face, from her full cheeks to the sexiest pouty lips. “There isn’t any part of you that’s not beautiful, Kitten.”
When she lays her head back and closes her eyes I trace the smooth line of her arched neck, imagining her arching like this beneath me. Her collarbones are visible but they’re soft, delicate. Bubbles move around her breasts hiding the rest of her from my view. The room has a hint of bubblegum from the bubble bath she picked up earlier. It’s another hint of her innocence, and a reminder that she’s not in the tub with nothing but bubbles as a ploy to seduce me. My thoughts go there not hers.
Letting my hand breach the bubble barrier I follow the curve of her breast, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipple. Her eyes are no longer closed but focused on me. She watches as I leave that nipple only to travel to the other one. I like that she’s watching me. I want her to see what her beauty does to me.
Lifting her heavy breast above the water I see for the first time that her nipples are a dark rosy color, areolas are much lighter and large. “So beautiful,” I whisper.
“They’re not very pretty.”
I’ve never seen Katarina self-conscious, I don’t like it. “Pretty? Kitten, they are so much more than simply pretty.” Catching myself I lower my voice before I continue—not easy to do when my irritation rises just knowing that someone has made her feel this way. “Big beautiful tits, an ass I want to bite, thighs I can hardly wait to get between, and the face of an angel.”
“I don’t know about tha—”
“Katarina, stop.” My voice firm. “You’re beautiful. Say it.” There’s a war in her eyes and I won’t lie…I like it. My girl wants to do as I asked even if it’s the last thing she really wants to say. Running my wet finger across her bottom lip I tell her once more, “say you’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” she says with a coy smirk before nipping my finger.
“Smart ass.” I growl. Innocent and naive she might be, but obedient may be another thing.
Her lips are so soft, wet from my attention and I can’t keep myself from kissing them. Fighting the urge to slip my tongue inside her mouth, pulling back when all I want to do is deepen the kiss. Reminding myself that I can kiss her again all I want, now that she’s mine. I want her with an intensity that worries me.
“I’m sorry about earlier, I was worried about Ron and
that—”
“He’d never hurt me.”
“No, he wouldn’t hurt you, but he could kill me.” She’s adorable when she’s confused. “If he had taken you with him…if you had left with him…it would kill me, Kitten.” The confession embarrasses me. However, she deserves to hear it. “I panicked when I thought you might leave with him. I shouldn’t have talked to you like—”
Damp fingers stop my words. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I still find it hard to believe her—not because she’s not truthful but because it’s hard to believe I could actually be getting everything I want.
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